The little female is incredibly sweet and soft, healing the five evil beasts right from the start.

Chapter 163 Ribbon
Under the incandescent light.

Jiang Mian's already fair complexion was made even more apparent by the redness.

A light blush spread across her cheeks, slowly reaching her snow-white ears.

“Mianmian said she would wear it for me.” Zhao Ci’s eyelashes were half-closed, his purple-gold eyes shone with a beautiful and moving light, and his slender fingers, adorned with a pink ribbon that shimmered slightly, gently wrapped around Jiang Mian’s wrist. His voice was soft and husky, “You can’t go back on your word.”

Jiang Mian's lips twitched slightly. Enduring the numbness in her fingers and the heat on her face, she took a deep breath and looked up at him: "Are these clothes? I don't know how to wear them."

She was thinking about how long it had taken her to remember to open his gift. She had originally planned to wear the clothes he gave her to him as a way of coaxing him.

Jiang Mian hadn't expected the dress to be like this, but even so, she had already agreed, so she didn't intend to go back on her word.

Zhao Ci originally thought that Jiang Mian would not want to wear such a dress, after all, when he opened the gift and heard that it was a dress, her eyes did not seem to show surprise, but rather astonishment.

He was still thinking about how to feign innocence, and then pretend to accuse her of not opening his gift for so long, so as to coax her into putting on the clothes.

He never expected that his Mianmian would be so indulgent towards him.

Zhao Ci's heart began to race, enveloped in love as if coated in honey, sweet to the extreme.

"I will help Mianmian put on her clothes." Zhaoci's throat was extremely dry.

Jiang Mianya's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gave a barely audible "hmm".

The curtains in the room were drawn, and the door was closed.

One by one, the clothes fell to the ground.

The imperial edict slowly helped her put on the butterfly dress.

A pink, shimmering ribbon slowly wrapped around her waist, legs, and ankles...

Soon, the clothes were on.

This differs somewhat from the bondage play Jiang Mian had imagined.

Anyway, they didn't tie her hands and feet; they just wrapped the ribbon around her body.

The messy pink ribbons intertwined with the snow-white skin created a chaotic yet beautiful scene.

The pink ribbon around her neck was tied in a pink bow.

There was also a ribbon bow at her waist, and two ribbon bows at her ankles.

"Mianmian, do I look good?" Zhao Ci pulled her to the mirror.

Jiang Mian looked at himself in the mirror, ignoring that he wasn't actually covered up, and he actually looked quite good. He was quite good at tying these ribbons, so many ribbons wrapped around his arms, it took so much effort.

Anyway, Jiang Mian herself couldn't possibly have managed to entangle herself in such a beautiful way.

Zhao Ci didn't know if Jiang Mianjue thought she looked good. When he saw her, his breath caught in his throat. He couldn't help but hug her from behind, lower his head and kiss her neck passionately, his voice filled with deep emotion: "Mianmian, you are so beautiful."

Jiang Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly as she stared at the purple-haired youth behind her in the mirror. His purple-gold eyes were filled with a deep and infatuated love, and his beautiful eyebrows and features became even more alluring. His thin eyelids were extremely red, and the redness spread to the corners of his eyes, exuding a lustful aura.

The enormous purple-gold butterfly wings spread out with countless golden threads, and the glitter increased. The wings vibrated incessantly at the frequency of courtship, and sticky powder kept falling in that frequency.

The air was filled with aphrodisiac floral and fruity scents.

As Jiang Mian smelled the sticky, pungent odor, her body grew hotter and softer.

He bit her neck, tearing the bow he had just tied off, and Jiang Mian couldn't help but tilt her slender, fair neck back.

"Can you control your aphrodisiac powder?" Jiang Mian thought that the two of them were quite familiar with the relationship between a female master and her beast husband, so she thought that if she made a small suggestion, the other party should not be angry. "Your butterfly powder always falls on the ground, and it is a bit difficult to wipe off."

She quietly added, "It's also quite difficult to wash off when it sticks to your hands." Even after washing it clean, it still feels slippery.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ci's eyelashes drooped, partially obscuring the light in his eyes. He felt a pang of sadness, and his voice lowered: "Is Mianmian disgusted with me?"

He wanted to stick all his powder onto her body, like sticking to his prey, like marking his own mark.

He added, sounding aggrieved, "I'll clean it up, please don't be disgusted by me."

"Ahem, your powder seems hard to wipe off." Jiang Mian coughed lightly, offering a gentle reminder.

“It can be wiped clean; it can be wiped clean with special foam.” The imperial edict was extremely aggrieved.

"Okay, then remember to wipe it clean later." Jiang Mian was satisfied.

Zhao Ci was saddened, her mood in turmoil.

The next second, Zhao Ci bit down on the butterfly bone that was faintly visible on her back, applying slight pressure. His hot breath hit her skin, and his voice was muffled: "Don't dislike me."

"Don't mind, don't be sad. I just like to be a little more clean and tidy." Hearing the vulnerability in his voice, Jiang Mian quickly turned around and cupped his face in her hands. "It's not that I dislike you. If I disliked you, would I still touch your little butterfly?"

She cupped his face in her hands, looked up at him with gentle and empathetic eyes.

A pair of clear eyes seemed particularly sincere.

Zhao Ci looked down at her, his beautiful face flushed, his gaze slowly lowered, his long eyelashes trembled, and the corners of his reddened eyes were tinged with tears. But Jiang Mian held his face, and he still couldn't help but lean his cheek close to her palm and gently rub it, as if he was sad but still wanted to please her.

She's so well-behaved that it's incredibly endearing.

Jiang Mian couldn't help but offer him her heart.

She tiptoed and kissed his eyes, chuckling softly, "What's wrong? Are your eyes about to fall out?"

When Jiang Mian saw him looking over, she hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him, her voice tinged with laughter: "The gifts haven't all been unwrapped yet, don't get distracted."

That gift was for her.

So carefully wrapped, it's like unwrapping a gift when you untie it.

Zhao Ci felt a tingling sensation in her heart again, and all her attention was once again focused on Jiang Mian.

Mianmian didn't dislike him at all!

The air was getting increasingly scorching.

The pink butterfly wings in the air fluttered, seemingly vibrating in sync with the mating rhythm.

The pink butterfly wings seemed to flutter continuously in the emperor's pupils, making one extremely dizzy.

Its wings were constantly flapping, performing an endless dance.

……

Sticky sweat dampened the black hair at her temples, and the corners of her eyes were flushed.

night.

Jiang Mian sat on the bed and continued looking at the contract on the personal terminal. Zhao Ci hugged her waist behind her, his whole body pressed against hers, his head resting on her neck, his face showing a satisfied and liking look.

"Mianmian, aren't you going to sleep yet?" Zhao Ci half-opened his hazy purple-gold eyes, gently twirling her hair in his palm with his fingers.

(End of this chapter)